Life. Time. Trial.




10:58 am

Thursday, February 12, 2009
Meters Rowed: 2,000
Time: 7:43
Pace: 1:55 / 2:00 / 1:55: / 1:51-2
Total Meters Rowed: 332,601

Time Trial!

I figured I needed one ahead of the C.R.A.S.H.-B.’s. Today still gives me 10 days rest/recovery. Bottom line? Seventeen seconds better than the last trial. But I promise to be more sanguine with this report than I was with my report on that first one!

I caught myself off guard right at the start. Three quick half-strokes to crank some momentum, to get me off the bocks, and just like that I was at 1:45, 1:46, and hummin’. That scared me.  This is my biggest fear of the coming C.R.A.S.H.-B.’s: That I’ll get pulled into the adrenaline rush of the start, of the excitement, the SCENE, the VORTEX, and get way out in front of myself, guaranteeing that I’ll crash and burn on the back nine (to throw in a first-ever golf metaphor) and come crawling in, gagging and choking.

But whereas I knew 1:45 was too fast, 1:55 felt good (as opposed to my aimed-for 2:00), and so I decided to keep it there. Around the 750-meter mark I grasped a great good gulp of air that served to relax me, and with that I was CRUISIN’!

And then all of a sudden, at 1,000 meters, I fell to 2:00, right off the cliff. The next 500 meters were horrible, a never-ending story, as I fought the Concept2 and battled my brain, trying to keep it close to 1:55.

But then, by the time I got to Phoenix at the 1,500-meter mark, I was dialed in again, feeling … GREAT.  I have no idea why. You tell me. No, don’t.  Some questions aren’t meant to be answered. But it was ThatQuick, from awful to wonderful, a light switch flicked. Clap on! I decided to see if I could bring home the last 500 meters at 1:50. No. I could get there, but I couldn’t hold it there.

Still, the final 250 meters flew by, aided by some begging from me that the meters keep building. I mean, the faster you can go the sooner it’s over, right? Doh!

So, let’s review: Up, higher up, down-down-down, up, still up, now-just-sort-of-up, trying-trying-pleading, over, spent, exhausted, gasping. All in a lifetime of 7:43. This is why we do this, isn’t it, this rowing thing?